[Donovan - Acquaintance's.

[Pie]

T O D A Y was different. It was early morning, the sun was on the brink of rising for yet another boring day. Revair was getting a little to confident for her new royal position. It showed in the way she pranced, how each tendon and muscle was flexed and placed on the ground. Every hoof was extended to perfection, her neck arched in appropriate attire. A little to perfectly for the beach. Today, Revair wanded further than her lands. Well, partly her lands. It was the kind of morning for a stroll. So she followed the nearly invisible path and after quite a while, it took her to a beach. The salty air filled her lungs as she breathed in the scent.

The waves were calm, gently lapping at the sand leaving a dirty mark behind. There were minimal clouds in the sky. They were parted where the half sun could easily shine through, but wasn't high enough in the sky to do so as yet. So atop a small sand dune, Revair stood. She awaited no company, being alone was something of the past ever since she found the dark king. From there, she had met three other boring horses. Possibly it was time for someone new, someone really sinister who could show her a excellent time, but not today. The breeze played with her mane and she was enjoying the tickling sensation of the stray hairs a little too much to be distirbed yet.

All of a sudden, the wind was choppier. It lashed her mane about her neck, slapping the sides. Her forelock stung her eyes and the ocean's waves were sharp and vigourous against the beach, crashing swiftly sending a cascade of salty water into the air where they collided with the rocks. Dark clouds gathered in the sky, throwing deep shadows onto the lands. These shadows enchanced Revair's features. Her eyes were ringed with a dark outline, sparkiling brown in the middle, her gaze was searching, searching for someone. Then, it was quiet. The sun slowly brightened, the dark clouds vanished from site, but Revair still glared, her eyes quickly rolling over every part visible. The noisy waves never broke her vocous. She waited. Every part of her body quivered in anticipation, adrenaline coursed through her veins, racing her heart. She breathed heavily, any mintue now. Any minute and she would see his face again.

[Rawr]

He ascended onto the beach from up high, Like a God, he moved, head held high, proud, unwavering, as he his massive hooves sunk into the soft, uneven sand. If the weight of his body made it hard for him to move upon this unsteady surface, he showed no signs of distress. Hell, he looked at him, moving through the sparkling sands in the early break of dawn, black velvet coat shimmering like the ocean ahead of hi, like onyx stone reflecting the light of the volcano that mothered its birth. No atter where Donovan managed to go, he struck cords with eveything. The beauty of the waters crystalline serenity was dwarfed by the dominant beauty of this stallion, the proud and confident air that clung to him squashed all that dared to opose him. He was King. He was born to it. He would rule.

Today tough, today he was merely sight seeing, enjoying the scents and sights of what one day would be rightfully his. The beach, the forest, the stark coldness of the Dark Frost Vally and its mysterious dark stones. He took his sweet time claiming the items that would lead to the power that would grant him kingship of these lands, enjoying the pending sense of victory that was swelling within his chest. He felt good, he felt alive. Donovan was content. Not even a on rush of wind could put him off. It was a sign, really. The cold wind rushing through his hair, whipping at his flanks. It was telling the stallion something, That he was meant for this. The land itself was greeting him as its ruler, calming under the dark powerful calm that was Donovan.

It was then, breaking the cold harshness of the beaches wind, he saw something familiar. His dark eyes widened in shock as the knowledge that was streaming through his mind. Revair. Revair, the beauty that he had once known, though never could quite bring himself to love. Memories, amusing, always amusing when it came to her, flooded through his mind. Revair had been insane when he had met her, insane and one hell of a experience. He had liked her, liked the wild nature and dree spirit and hell hath no fury attitude. But he had been consumed by a desire that over powered his appreciation for the mare before him. Now they met again, on the eve of his accession.. Oh how the world turns.

"Revair..." His voice was silky, deep, smooth as he cooed, calling out to her in a slow purr. "It is lovely to see you again."

[Pie]

W A I T I N G for nothing seemed to be the only option. The light slowly began to filter donwards making its way through the transparent clouds. Repetition was a key motif today. The waves, they rised from the depths and crashed. One after the other. Possibly in perfect sync, but not as perfect as the mares movement.
Her hooves skimmed the sand. The grainy element sprayed upwards into a wild sandstorm. Uphill was a breeze, her body flexed naturally dispite the fact her heavy weight left her sinking. The sand higher up was more compact and able to hold her weight as she stood and casted her gaze onto the ocean.

Then, a figure began to approach. Part of Revair wanted to scream in excitement, but she contained her dignity and patiently waited for the muscular figure to approach. Perfect, a stallion. Familiar too, which was rare for Revair to come across. She watched Donovan move, his muscles ripple effortlesly under his shimmering coat. Curiosity spiked within the depths of her eyes as he approached. Her name was spoken, his silky voice slithering gracefully through the air with ease.

That solitude was now a thing of the past. Company had arrived, her play date with the beach was now ruined and replaced with a whole new perspective. The corners of her lips twitched into a wry smirk, her teeth flashed towards the stallion for a moment as she shook her head sending her mane into a cascade of windblown ripples. "Donovan, what a surprise...." Her words were lyrical and soft like velvet as they penitrated the balmy air with ease. The floated through the salty waves and bounced off the rocks and cliffs as she spoke in a loud murmer, her gaze scrutinizing as she stared into the eyes of a familiar stallion. For a moment there, Revair won't admit it, but she almost forgot his name.
Too bad good memories have their way of staying registered.

[Rawr]

Donovan watched her reaction with a keen interest. Had she missed his presence? Most likely not. Revair had been, admittedly, his favorite memory of all the mares and fillies he had met or had. She had been wild when he had met her, quick of the mark to anger, but just as smooth and cunningly smart as him, making their engagements full of sharp, silvery words that had forced him to the edge of anger and brutality, testing his patience time and time again, but keeping him longing for more, forever coming back for some more harsh arguments, and brutal fights. Several scars on his his forelocks were from this single, insane mare. Back then, he had thought he had needed her, his cravings for her aggressive nature compared to that of the flower and the sun. He enjoyed it, loved it. But when it came to power, he needed it more, wanted it more then anything else in the land. You could almost say that he had loved Revair, if Donovan could love. But he loved the power that he rightfully deserved, more then any wild mare, or any insane filly.

Velvet black lips, the color of the darkest night, peeled back in greetings to the creature before him, his mud brown eyes watching her curiously, his cunning mind failing for once to read a fillies mind, and wanting to know what the arcane writing was telling him, knowing that if he could read her, he would find something amazing and powerful. He gave in, letting her be surprising, letting himself continue to wonder what would happen next. Donovan snorted, and began to move forward onto the sand, moving towards the mare carefully, picking his way on the soft, loose sand. He moved with the same perfect grace that she did, his head held high, proud, not showing the deep craving that he was beginning to feel in the bottom of his stomach as the wind breathed her scent against his nostrils.

It was a strange, yet familiar. He had smelt it many of times, especially about this time, when the plants followed the path of the sun across the blue sky, and there were too many bugs about for his comfort. She must have been in season, because he felt every temptation to bite and kick her, and run the beach in attempts to impress her. He would kill any stallion that moved into his site right now, because he knew she was fickle enough to find the beauty in teasing him just by mating with another stallion. Revair would know what she was doing to him too, the two faced piece of meat.

"It is nice to see you again, my beauty." Donovan grunted, circling her like a predator would with his meal, tossing his head against the wind impressively. "I'm surprised to see you. I thought the pathetic excuse of a king would have killed you, or at least, forbid you from the lands."

ooc:// *coughs* I think Donovan has a bit of a kinky side. xD

[Pie]

T H E wind softly ruffled her two tonned and lucious mane. Her forelock gingerly draped over her right eye, covering it from view as she peered at Donovan. Her lips cracked backwards into a sneer as she gazed at her old friend. Perhaps that wasn't the best word, so maybe something else fitted their relationship status, but Revair couldn't care about that at the moment. She remembered him as a power hungry stallion, who was stuck in the middle of power and herself. Of course he chose the power, and that gutted Revair.
No one ever chose something over her and got away with it.
Their little squabbles where just as alluring as the mare herself.
They left her longing for more. Perhaps he was the only stallion who knew her true side, the only stallion she could be around without wrapping the poor little thing smugly around her hoof, but it always led to that, so who knew if he could resist her or not? And she wasn't about to try now, even though she loved being Queen. Joker wouldn't find out.

She was about as tall as Donovan from her little hill. Their heads just about matched, but he was clearly the taller one. When he strode to her side, she meerly felt defenceless, like an ant about to be trampled by a elephant. But she wasn't the smallest horse out there, he was just a bit taller. His muscles, just a bit thicker. She liked a muscular stallion, especially while fighting. She was often the only audience stallions ever had. She mulled at the enjoyment of two stallions fighting over her. She was lost in thought, gazing at his shiny coat, untill she sighed, his words breaking her little trance.
"I suppose I'm a bit like that eh?" Her beauty wasn't something just known to other stallions. She knew she was a pretty mare, she had to otherwise the things she did would never work.

Call her vain, but never say it to her face. Flirtaciously, she flipped her forelock to peer out from underneath it, her eyes intent on gazing into his, their incredible intensity reeling him in for the millionth time.
"Hmm, he isn't aware of my rebelious attitude, even though I tell him how reckless and stupid I can be, right to his face too, no lies." Revair chuckled darkly, remembering the time she flatly told him how unfaithful she was. There was no debout about Revair, she just couldn't commit herself to one stallion. Donovan knew that, Joker didn't. He would soon find out, she awaited that day, but sort of dreaded it to. What if he demoted her?
Well, Donovoan and her could run away together, create their own little herd. She chuckled again at the thought and looked to Donovan, curiosity playing around her eyes. She wondered if he knew her thoughts, her intentions. Even the cruelest ones.

[Rawr]

She had such powerful eyes. He had always known that, having felt those burning glares before, sinking into his black soul with their glare. But they never worked on him. Donovan was too strong, too willful, to even falter under the commanding gaze. He held his head high, his hooves lifting high in a slow trot, velvety lips still pulled back in a evil, almost challenging grin, stark white against the sharp blackness of his pelt. He kept mud brown eyes firmly stuck on her own burning iris's, feeling their power, but not giving into to her command. Such a feisty filly, Donovan wondered how many stallions had given in under that stare, to her sharp tongue and commanding air.

Never mind. It didn't matter how many silly colts she had twisted, manipulated. It was something she could not do to him. He could own her, if he wanted too. Hell, he could dominate her as easily as he had with any other filly and mare. But he could not keep her. It was impossible. Her personality was fickle, impossible to train, worse then the wind to own. A new stallion would come along, and she would be gone as quickly as a breath of air. It was another thing that attracted him to her, this unpredictability, the constant demand to entertain her needs and wants just to keep her underneath him. Donovan had not given into these, but he had kept her longing, because he was Donovan. Something that no other stallion had about him. He had no heart. He longed for power, and Revair was just the side dish.

"Ah. The stallion of the Dark Herd is a bit stupid. But I must thank his idiocy this time." Donovan commented, his voice sounding rather absent as his thoughts turned into a reeling vortex of hatred and disgust at the thought of Joker. "Other wise I would not have had the pleasure of being in your presence once again." He slowly came to a stop in front of her, watching her calmly, shaking his long curly black mane from his eyes. "I have always found your recklessness the most attractive aspect about you, my Revair."

[Pie]

T H E sun was taking its time today. It was still mid-morning when the shadows were soft. From above her little mound, Revair felt superior. Her mane tangled in the breeze that relaxed the pinto mare. Her lips were twitching at the sides, restraining to hold a smirk. She was thinking about Joker and all the other stallions she had messed with. In the back of her head, she had a mental list with all the names, ever day it got longer and she was six years old. That wasn't very old, Reviar didn't look old, maybe she looked mature, but her rebelious attitude told otherwise.

For a while, she was standing of three hooves, relaxing. Taking in the breeze and Donovan's presence. Suddenly, she felt the urge to move about, so she slid off the little hill in a graceful way and headed towards the waters edge. She stopped just before the waves could touch her hooves. Her reflection gazed back at her, she mulled over the horses beauty as the tide began to rise. It wasn't a crystal clear reflection, fresh water would be better, but it would do. Just having the reflection there, made her toss her head, flicking her forelock around, before the turned and sauntered back to Donovan.

This time, she took his place and didn't bother climbing back up the knoll. Her gaze casted upwards to look at him, her eyes ringed with innocence as she stared. She batted her eyelashes and continued to stare, occasionally flicking her tail. "I respect my king, theres no debout about that. " Her tone was bitter with a sharp edge. her face grave as she spoke with a slight hiss. "And what are you going to do with our time together hmm? Or do I already know the answer to that?" her head flicked upwards, a small tratior chuckle escaping her lungs as she did so, her eyes were soft and inviting as she winked at him before scooting her stare into the shadows in the forest just a walk away, no intentions implied by her indication in that direction...



ooc; Lol, Revair is so cheeky =P

[Rawr]

For a short, silent moment,, dark eyes the piercingly burning iris that were Revair's, Donovan silently quieting the reeling anger and disgust that he had felt swell into his gut at the mention of the mare respecting anyone but him. Frankly, he should be the only one that could order the mare about, but even he knew that it would never happen. She was too...individual. So when she spoke of respecting the pathetic excuse of a king that was Joker, he snorted, and appeared amused, though, in truth, he was reeling in anger at the idea. She was being tamed. Did she realize that? Oh well. Yet another mare ruined by the uselessness of the stallion that was Joker.

His head raised at her ever so light suggestion, thinking it over with a bit of a smile on his lips, his tail lightly twitching as he considered it. He hadn't mated in a long time, not since that pretty little filly two seasons ago. He sighed out in longing, remembering the warm feeling that it had given him, and wondering if he would get the same with the mare in front of him. No, probably not. But it would be amusing, never the less. And she was in season, was she not? What if he sired a foal to her? It would be the ultimate pain to her new master, to have one of his mares foaling to a stallion that no herd would accept. He smirked more. That, in itself, would be worth the time. Worth the coldness of it all.

He looked back to her and bowed his head some, allowing deep midnight black locks to fall over mud brown eyes, eying her through the curls so she would not see the look of excitement that was beginning to flood his form, overwhelming all the surging hatred that he constantly felt within his gut, filling him and his body with a tingling sense of anticipation. If that was what she wanted, and surely that was what she meant, then that was what she would get. Raising his head more, the air of command and power that surrounded his impressive form swelling to intimidating levels, Donovan began to move forward, slowly, but sure of himself, till his stood nose to nose with the beautiful creature, breathing warm air against her white hair.

"I can think of many things we can do together, my dear Revair.

[/b]" He whispered hotly, his breath raining down against her nose as he towered over her, breathing in the warming scent of grass and sea that surrounded the mare that he could honestly say he had once loved. "But right now, there is only one thing I want to do to you.[/b]" [/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Pie]

The day had only just begin the spring sun was gently warming the earth as it climed to its reserved position in the sky. Blur sky was slightly covered by a few stray clouds. They were the harmonious kind that brought no rain. However there were dakr, rough edged rain clouds in the distance predicted to bring rain later in the afternoon. For now, it was clear skys anda orchestra of birds singing merrily to the beautiful spring morning.

Down at the beach the waves were quietly lapping at the soft white sand. Its rhythm was perfect, the light green ocean purring softly as each wave washed over another. A deserted beach was very uncommon to come across. But this beach wasn't totally uninhabited. There was a figure standing by a tall dark stallion in the distance. They seemed to be having a conversation, clearly untied after a long seperation.

By now Revair was bored, standing around exchanging thoughts on Joker the dark king. Sure she respected him, but she only made it sound convincing in her voice in case he happened to be listening. If Donovan thought she was being tammed, he had alot to learn. But on the other hand he was the only stallion she was closest too and that wasn't very close. No one was close to Revair. Besides she prefered the use, instead of reuse method.

Her mind was partly off in teh distance they had just returned from the caverns, but why did she so willingly return to the beach to spend more time with him? Revair sub conciously shrugged, hoping he would follow. She looked behind, then pranced down to the water like and expensive dressage horse, experienced only in the most complicated moves of the sport. Once at the waters edge, Reviar hesitated, then quickly plundged into the salty liquid then turning to beckon Donovan in. Revair shouted over the loud waves words that she knew would reach his ears, She was very curious. "So Donovan, why do you keep coming back for more?"

[Rawr]

Satisfied,every thing seemed to be calming. The seas where moving in a soft, rhythmic rocking motion, teasing the beach with its wet, constant kisses as the plodded down over the crest towards Charmed Shore once again. The night black stallion stared off into the distance as his mare bounced into the sea, his mind far off in the distant past as he moved slowly, gracefully down to the cresting waters. Dark crown was bowed somewhat, the soft, curled bangs of his mane falling over his eyes as he moved. The moment of sweetness was over, but its timing and ideal had reminded him of something, something from a cherished and loved past. What he was remembering, was not something that he had done, nor something he had achieved, but a soft, tender moment between mistress and master, one that the mount had savoured, because it was one of the rare moments he had seen his beloved mistress truely glow. She had been with child, he could smell that on her. Master had been in shock, but he had been so happy. The joy that he had felt from both of them had overwhelmed him.

Then she died. Two days days later.

He stared openly at Revair, wondering if she would feel the same happiness that the mistress did if she was with foal. Probably not. He cringed lightly at that thought. He would cherish any foal that he had, or at least, he thought that he would. Sighing, and quelling to soft, fluffy thoughts that were floating through his mind, the stallion moved forward and began to move into the waters with the mare, letting the salt liquid soak into his thick, black cloak, making the pelt almost metallic like in its coloring. He moved to her, grazing his maw over her long neck with more affection then that was normal for him, but the thought o his mistress had put him in the mood to be loving, a rare and barely seen aspect of Donovan.

Why did he keep coming back, anyway? He scoffed, smiling softly at the mare with a almost innocent look. "Truefully, your personality is like fresh grass to me. I'm addicted to your impossibleness."

[Pie]

The waves crashed against her strong body, knocking her back by a few centimeters each time. The water splashed into her eyes, her face and tangled her mane. Her tail had stray clumps of seaweed as she danced through the frigid liquid that cooled her down. A morning swim was perfect for this hot day. When Donovan came in, she moved closer to him, the waves and soft sand hindering her fluid movement. Her muzzle reached to his her lips parted and she nipped him on the forehead, still unable to reach. Then, she darted away sending a spray of salty water to cascade like a beautiful foutian onto the tall Donovan. She giggled, her head rised and her ears alert as she waited for his reaction.

He came closer to her, running his muzzle down her neck. It was a tender stroking that sent shivers down her spine. With a smug grin, Revair nipped at him playfully, surely he was just fooling around. "Ah, so I'm your drug.... your addiction."
She wispered the words in a sweet monotone, lathered with a soft and wispy ending. She pulled her neck away, away from the warmth that now filled her body. With a frown, she turned away from him, her body and just faced him, her eyes expectant and probing. For a moment, she stood idol, the only movement being made by the force of the waves. Her hooves began to sink, but she just shuffled about, still keeping her eyes on Donovan. She was frozen, it was like the waves mysteriously halted their pounding for a few seconds. She stood, she glared then spat, backing away from the black stallion. "What the hell was that!?"

Her body had frozen stiff, her limbs locked in place, her eyes were darker, rimmed with fear. She shook, unintentionally. No... she shivered, quivering, her knees shaking uncontrollably. A wave came crashing against her, she broke through it with her rock like structure, but turned her self towards the shore line. Another wave came crashing over her back, her neck was somewhat inclined to look at Donovan, but all the courage had fled to the beach. Everything was cold, her lips her eyes everything thing. Except her heart. Revair was confused, she snapped the air viciously with her teeth, reared over a wave and bolted for the beach. The waves came faster, crashing against her, she simply tossed her sharp teeth at them, jumping as they flowed. Revair ran, for the shore so fast that the sand gave way underneath her, she fell but picked herself back up, her eyes wide with fright. She was getting dizzy, her head spun she seemed to be in a small room, enclosed with no escape. Round and round, that cold feeling still aching her bones to the core.
As she ran, she did not look back.
Not even once.
Or twice.

[Rawr]

A small, shy smile danced across velvet lips as he watched the silence of the mare with interest, calculating as the moment of loving tenderness flowed from his body like the water running from the beach in tide. She looked exotic right now, fearful despite the stubborn stand she was putting up against the raging sea. He wanted to lick her again, to taste her coat and sweat under his maw like he had done a moment ago, and his eyes darkened at the thought, longing, firey. It was bout that moment he decided that if she could not be his queen, then she would be no horses queen. Joker would die by his hooves, like he had planned before, but he would see the betrayal of his mare before he died the horrible, and bloody death that Donovan had planned for the pathetic king.

"Yes, Revair. You are my addiction. Is there something wrong with that?" He questioned her, raising his head in defiance to her thoughts. it may sound weak, but he would have his addiction at any price. At that moment, he let his self control go. There was movement in the winds, the first time called upon his power as a sign of dominance over anything. The air practically rippled with the commanding and intimidating aura about him, his mud brown eyes boring into her own questioning and confused gaze with a deep and powerful longing, a craving that he could barely contain. She would be his. His alone. Stallion after stallion after stallion that tries to challenge his claim on her would fall under his might. Revair will know how it is to be owned, enslaved. Soon.

Then she was running. He screamed his anger, feeling a wild crazed feeling encompass him as she turned her back on him and ran like a coward. Donovan would not have it. He wasn't done with the dog yet. He would damn well say when she could leave his presence and when she could not. He turned, the wind picking up at his cry, building into a gale as he charged through the water after her, his ear laid flat against his scull, his teeth baring in a dark, and devastatingly handsome snarl. He was fast, faster and more elegant then her, pushed on by his own control of the wind and its fury. Soon, he was at her side, having gained the ground needed when the silly mare collapsed under the shifting sands and succumbed to the strength of the waves. Shoulder to shoulder to her, he moved hard to his left, moving to slam his shoulders into her own, to put her off balence.

[Pie]

The world was a blurr, every colour mottled into another blending, combining fusing with each other. The tree was no longer a sharp object visible to one, no it was a blurr of green, a mixture of red and brown fading into a gold bar. The clouds were heavy, the storm was drawing closer, the loud thunder that clapped over head wasn't loud enough to break Revair's trance. She galloped, her nostrils expanded to inhale the oxygen surrounding her. The thick sand hindered her fluid movement, sprayed in her eyes and clung to her wet shimmering coat. The mane that streamed in the harsh wind was whipping feircly behind as she lowered her head and coughed, she blinked once then fell, a large rock or wall on her side. Her legs gave way, ears pinned as her head flung upwards trying to regain balance. Both back legs tangled and crossed over each other, her tail flew up in protest but she fell, the sand clinging to her.


Revair was tense as she colapsed, or was pushed around likea toy. A growl teared from her lungs ripping through her throat as she stood, still affected by the spinning and blurry blackness that flanked her vision. She blinked, panted and snorted trying to rid the sand from her nose, her legs stomped and her tail lashed at her sides, but she was still seeing nothing. Then she stood sentinel, her vision slowly creeping back displaying a colourful world of splendor. But the tough stallion was by her side, she cringed, looking away embarassed. She would not stare at him with the same eyes ever again. Her gaze was downward, her head turned away, but she braced herself, not one single shiver ran down her spine, she wasn't scared of him she was scared of the feelings that were brewng in her
chest.


A sigh escaped her lips, her eyes were dark and unforgiving as she slowly turned her gaze to look at Donovan. Her lips were tight agaisnt her lips. She would not run again. Maybe casually walk away was next, if he let her. Suddenly that bitter courage that she had set free returned to her. She glared at Donovan, both eyes bottomless pits full of chagrin. There was nothing to do, so she continued to stare untill she looked away to the imaginary object that seemed to take Revair's interest. Her time here was done, Donovan... thought of Revair as his. The warmth that came from him when they touched was to intense, she couldn't handle it. Revair wasn't loyal, she wouldn't be owned and thats something Joker didn't know, but Donovan should know better. He knew her capabilities.
So why was he stopping her?
"Move"Revair hissed, and flitted to the side, snapping her teeth at Donovan.
Why was he in her way?

[Rawr]

Donovan towered over her, his eyes turning sharper, darker, more cunning then ever before. This was the warhorse within him, the stallion that was often suffocated by charm and calmness. He was not one to anger, this mighty black stallion, and often his quite calm could be just as terrifying as his raging anger. She wanted the stallion part of him, and he knew that she would often test him like this, just to see how much he could take of her ignorance and her blissful nastiness. Patience of a saint, he showed anger when he chose too,, Donovan did. And today was not a day to test him. Newly appointed with the raging wildness of the fire and the calamity of the winds, he was eager to show any one that dared challenge his superiority. Whether it be stallion, or a mare that has never known her true place.

He looked down to her with a burning gaze, snorting, but not breathing hard from the run. Water glistened over his pelt, sleeking it, turning it into silken darkness. His mane stuck to the left side of his strong neck, the darkness of the hair blending perfectly into the velvet silk of his pelt. Semi died banner flicked in agitation as he bared a snarl over his dark lips. "I do not take orders from a mare, Revair. Even one such as you." He said, his deep voice low and threatening as she flittered to the side, his shoulders rolling as reflexes kicked in and he quickly, gracefully moved in the same way as she did, sliding to his right to block her escape. "You will leave when I say you can leave. No more, no less. You may be wild and untamable, but I will cage you somehow, someday."

[Pie]

Finally, in all his power, all his will the darkness showed through.
But that moment before were of love and tenderness a feeling and touch Revair never visited. Unless of course it was to get what she wanted. But she had already got that with Donovan.
What changed him in their seperation? He knew how wild and untameable she was, so why did she suddenly feel owned? It was like someone had wrapped a halter around her head overdosing her with calming agents that made her obey their command. His command, Donovans command. So she just stood there, her gaze looking down untill she looked up. Both eyes held dark circles as she gazed at him. Her heart pounded in her chest, anger escaping through her nose in a loud noise. Perhaps that was better than running around like a lunitic to regret it later.

"You of all horses should know better than to tame me, so what the hell are you trying to do? You don't own me... Not even Joker does, Perhaps a little more than you do so stop trying to be a stupid stallion seeking power, when your looking at the only thing you need right now." Vile words they were, she knew she would touch a nerve there, she pushed the barriers anyway. How far would Donovan really go. Maybe, he would hit her. Good, she wanted him to explode in anger, she wanted him to return to that stallion when they had first met, before they went away and before they came back. Right now, she prefered this side of Donovan, but not when they were playing the water. It was discusting. Just thinking about it made her look away, her eyes cold. She gagged, coughing. Her stomach swelling with an undefined sickness. It would be obvious she was appaled at what Donovan had become, so appaled that she had to question him. A slight murmer, her words unententionally seductive. What have you become? Are you changing... into a light? It pained her to think of Donovan and light in the same sentence, so she refused to recognise him in that aspect and continued to stare at the ground, waiting for a sharp pain to stab through her head or body.